it's been creeping
around
since September
tied to heavy wool threads
I am
unable to move a finger
a toe
a thought
behind thick glass walls
every cry is muted
reflections fail
to show
things that remain
covert
and so I dwell
in my private sufferings
willingly
isolated in my
own self
you may paint the walls
as you will
I'm not there
Selite:
oletus
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